Chapter 33
Surreal
(Esha’s POV)
The next morning, I woke up with a strange feeling in my chest. It wasn’t fear or anxiety like I’d gotten used to over the past few weeks. It was something lighter, something almost… giddy. I lay in bed for a while, staring up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the flood of emotions that had taken over me.
Andy Chahar.
Even thinking his name brought a smile to my face. After everything that had happened, after all the confusion, anger, and hurt, we were finally on the same page—or at least, moving in the same direction. We had talked for hours in that old study lounge, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I wasn’t fighting alone.
There was something undeniable between us. I’d felt it for a while, and as much as I’d tried to ignore
